"Hurry up and clean up for me and cook dinner. If you can't even do this, get out!"

After saying this, Wu Xiuying slammed the door and went into her room.

Soon, there was a tinkling sound outside. It was obvious that Li Mohai was venting his dissatisfaction. If it were usual, Wu Xiuying would definitely go out and hug her son and coax him like his beloved daughter. But now, Wu Xiuying deliberately remained silent. She wanted to see what other trouble he could make.

Touching the three thousand yuan in her pocket, Wu Xiuying began to calculate.

She certainly couldn't keep her job at the textile factory. Now that the country was vigorously developing the economy and had begun to encourage individual entrepreneurship, she had a good skill in making pickles, so it was definitely not a problem for her to support herself. The surrounding area was about to be demolished, and there were quite a few dilapidated houses, so the price was estimated to be not too expensive.

Once the news of the demolition gets out, there will suddenly be a lot more construction sites here. Then we can sell these pickles to the workers and also sell boxed lunches at the same time.

In her previous life, she was a skilled worker in a factory and she was also a good cook. Her cooking wasn't particularly outstanding, but it was good enough to feed these workers.

After making up her mind, Wu Xiuying decided to go around tomorrow and look for those dilapidated houses. She would buy as many as she could and consider it an investment.

Now that she has been reborn, she cannot live her life in confusion. Although she is already forty years old, she is not yet at the age where she cannot move. She can still restart her life. What's more, she wants to give her daughter the best and compensate her well!